THE DOG BENCHES OF CURSDAY….

Bernese Mountain Dog…

Great Dane…

Pugs…

Golden Retrievers…

Chihuahua(?) and Shih Tzu…

Have a happy and blessed day!

PENCE+COATS+MATTIS+VINDEMAN=???

I was blessed to serve in the military while President Reagan was in office.

I’m twice blessed to still be here to witness President Trump’s love of his country.

Amen

Happy @ RealCursdayThisTime 🙂

Missing Sweetie tonight . . .

I put my fly-rod up and found a comfortable spot to watch the stars come out. Nellie came to sit beside me. I scooted around and put my head on her back, using her for a headrest, but she didn’t seem to mind. Cold air swept above us, yet near the ground it did not feel too bad. We watched the planets appear, then the stars. The sky grew darker until each star stood out, white against black against the gray of the mountaintops. Nellie remained stationary, only her nose sniffing into the wind. She did not budge for an hour, and by that time the stars had eaten into the blackness, shuddering white in a cold sky.

—From Home Waters by Joseph Monninger

No words for the betrayal I feel. The spawn of Satan returns. The truly scary part is the number of FB supporters that Freitas has that believe this is a wonderful thing.

The man that did insider trading, was 8 hours away from signing amnesty had he not lost to his new found friend Brat, had zero interest in uncovering the truth about Benghazi, the ultimate Uniparty Traitor to VA and our country is back. It makes me physically ill, Freitas is owned by the PAC’s and is sleeping w/the enemy, at this point I don’t care if Spanberger wins. VA is toast anyway.

https://thehill.com/homenews/campaign/515454-eric-cantor-teams-up-with-former-rival-dave-brat-in-supporting-gop

Metallica’s “Nothing Else Matters”
Luka Šulić (Slovenia) with pianist Evgeny Genchev (Bulgaria)
Recorded at Fusine Lakes in Tarvisio, Italy

Father ,we thank you that your hand is upon our president mightily,we cover him with the precious shed blood of Jesus Christ,and decree and declare Zachariah 2;5 over him and his family..Let the fire of your glory surround them and that no witchcraft,no voodoo,no hex,no vex,no curse no power,no principality and no demon in hell shall prosper against them.Father we ask that you dispatch legions of your warring angelic hosts to destroy every plot and plan of the enemy.Father let your anointing rest strongly upon him at all times and our nation is brought totally back to you.Father ,we praise you,we glorify you in the name above all names ,Jesus Christ,King of Kings,Lord of Lords and soon to return Messiah,Amen.

If you haven’t read this article from the Gateway Pundit, you must. It argues, quite convincingly, that there very well may be some serious demonic possession involved among the Antifa/BLM thugs.

https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2020/09/demonic-possession-portland-riots/

Asleep In A Storm

By Pastor Cornelius R. Stam

What a disappointing scene! A terrifying storm, souls in danger of death, but Jonah, the man of God, fast asleep.

Sailors are not soon frightened in a storm, but this time the fury of the gale was so great that “the ship was like to be broken” and even the sailors were driven to their knees “and cried every man unto his god” (Jonah 1:4,5).

Can it be that Jonah, the only man aboard who knew the true God, was sleeping? Sleeping while souls were perishing? This was the shameful truth, and not one of us would blame the terrified captain for rudely awakening him and crying: “What meanest thou, O sleeper? Arise, call upon thy God!” (Verse 6).

But let us not be too ready to condemn Jonah, for we may be more guilty than he. Surely the world today is passing through a fearful storm and souls all about us are in peril of their lives. If they do not accept God’s way of salvation; if they do not trust in Christ, they will perish. And what are we doing about it? Are we pleading for them in prayer? Are we doing what we can to reach them for Christ? Or are we fast asleep?

“What meanest thou O sleeper? Arise, call upon thy God!” And when you have cried to God in behalf of your unsaved relatives, friends, and business associates, He will send you to witness to them of Christ and His love. Not until you have talked to God about them will you be ready to talk to them about God.

Politically, morally, spiritually, the night is dark, the storm is raging and souls are perishing, but “God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts” (IICor.4:6). “…We are not of the night, nor of darkness. Therefore let us not sleep as do others” (IThess.5:5,6).

https://www.bereanbiblesociety.org/asleep-in-a-storm/

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Jonah 1:4 But the LORD sent out a great wind into the sea, and there was a mighty tempest in the sea, so that the ship was like to be broken. 5 Then the mariners were afraid, and cried every man unto his god, and cast forth the wares that were in the ship into the sea, to lighten it of them. But Jonah was gone down into the sides of the ship; and he lay, and was fast asleep.
6 So the shipmaster came to him, and said unto him, What meanest thou, O sleeper? arise, call upon thy God, if so be that God will think upon us, that we perish not.

2Corinthians 4:6 For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

1Thessalonians 5:5 Ye are all the children of light, and the children of the day: we are not of the night, nor of darkness. 6 Therefore let us not sleep, as do others; but let us watch and be sober.

Just say’n… 😉

Funny That – not…

Just say’n… 😉

Who ya gonna call…..

Just received a bulk email from the Dixie Beer company tonite, titled ‘Stand Up Against Injustice’. Seems they’re brewing a beer titled ‘Black is Beautiful’, an Imperial Stout with a sharp hops profile. Profits from the beer will be donated to Operation Restoration which will use the money to bail out perps from the Orleans Parish Prison who can’t afford bail.

Now aside from the fact that the idea of brewing a beer to bailout (mostly) black arrestees, some of whom may have gotten into OPP due to beer, may not seem like a social justice program to some. There’s no guidelines I can see on which prisoners will be bailed out and the ‘pay their bail’ program’s already released offenders who’ve gone right the **** out and offended again. It’s also put some career felons back out on the streets that make even other felons nervous. Or maybe if you drink enough beer you’ll forget all about the possibilities.

I can think of a helluva lotta other ‘social justice’ programs I’d support rather than funding criminals back out into? How about the civilized world. How about mentoring programs that meet the needs of kids at risk in school? Or programs that teach the pre-thugs who can’t find a job a trade? NOLA pols seem to view innercity crime as a crime complete with employment benefits…but the the difference between career politicians and career criminals is a very thin one.

Bear with me, this is a Wonderland Story involving three special characters in my life…

My daughter Sunny, our dog Balou and our benevolent friend, Robin Williams.

Being Cursday, today’s posts ushered in a cascade of memories, including Balou, a hundred pound, muscle bound, lion hound (Rhodesian Ridgeback/Yellow Lab mix) who achieved far beyond compassionate companion to Sunny during her two year stint against the cancer culture.

(Now that’s a culture WORTH CANCELLING!)

Anyway, the vision of Balou being such a gentle behemoth with Sunny, especially while sharing snooze fests on her stuffed animals and pillow cramped full size bed, is embedded in my mind like aged wrinkles that grow earnestly deeper over time and become badges of honor.

That memory naturally segued into the intersection of our lives with our friend, Robin Williams, who, like Balou, will always have a special place in my heart.

I’m sure few people know about him visiting EVERY CHILD on both floors of the pediatric oncology wards at the UCSF Hospital (University of California San Francisco) EVERY CHRISTMAS for many years.

He would have the nurses do detective work before Christmas to find out what each kid wanted for Christmas presents and would buy exactly what they asked for.

Then one of the doctors would dress up as Santa and deliver the gifts on Christmas Eve, and the kids never knew that the presents were from Robin because he didn’t want or need them to know.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he spent at least $100k per year in this generous loving act.

Well, my daughter Sunny was IN that hospital at Christmas of 2001 and got to spend time with Robin in her room.

Knowing he was going to be there, I sort of coached her a bit to really have some fun with him. I bought her some Billy Bob teeth and a remote control fart machine, gave her some basic ideas to start with, and encouraged her to roll with it.

When one of his gals from his small entourage knocked on my daughter’s door, opened it and asked,

“Sunny Fox, how would you like a visit from Robin Williams?”

With her Billy Bob teeth a flashin’, she responded in a very commanding and convincing hillbilly accent,

“Well, that’d be just fine. Tell him to come on in.”

When he stepped in her room she continued the charade.

“Robin, you is one of my favorite actors. I just luv all yer movies. And you was ESPECIALLY FUNNY in Animal House!”

At that point, everybody in the room was holding their guts from the laughter, Robin especially, and he knew she was a ringer.

Prior to him arriving, she had tossed one of her stuffed animals in a corner of the room to set up Act Two.

She continued with precision comedic timing and prompted a favor from him.

“Robin, would you do me a big ole favor and get me that stuffed animal over there in the corner? That’s my favorite cuddly toy.”

With a furtive glance to his cohorts he replied,

“Well, of course I will. It would be my pleasure.”

With the timing of a pro musician or cameraman, when he bent over to retrieve her stuffed toy, she hit the remote and the fart machine did its job flawlessly.

Needless to say, much more gut holding and guffaws and they both thoroughly enjoyed the rest of their time together.

I have precious pictures of Robin and my daughter embracing, both with and without the Billy Bob teeth, and the connection of love and compassion between them still brings tears of joy and sorrow to me.

As Robin was exiting her room, he turned to his gal Friday and said in a whispered voice,

“That’s the funniest person I’ve ever met!”

I felt an awkward confidence printing that statement from him in her funeral handout some months later.

Yes, Robin Williams, Balou, and of course, Sunny, have a special place in my heart.

R.I.P. I miss you all.

Baby Lives Matter.

Just what I thought: Members of the Oregon state government sympathize with Antifa:

https://freebeacon.com/democrats/portland-police-arrest-dem-staffer-during-riot/amp/?__twitter_impression=true

. . . but deliver us from the Evil One.

Prayer of Saint Ioannikios the Great (+ 846)

My hope is the Father, my refuge the Son, my protection the Holy Spirit. O Holy Trinity, glory to Thee.

Came across this short story so sharing here.

FTW: “I want to share a remarkable short story I read years ago which left an indelible impression on me. I found it again over at Living On A Dime. It imparts truths which are timeless. Let it change the outlook of your life as a woman, wife or mother.”

https://deeprootsathome.com/queens-ride-short-story-agnes-turnbull/

https://www.brocantehome.net/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/When-Queens-Ride-By.pdf

Have a blessed and Son-filled day, everyone. : )

…On earth as it is in heaven.

https://twitter.com/zev_dr/status/1304018453137952770?s=21

Unseal and release all of Obama’s personal life history documents/records from the time of his birth through to his election to the Senate.

Requesting for an avid Obama supporter.

Ever more evidence of Deep State corruption, as if we needed more, but…,

https://www.redstate.com/setonmotley/2020/09/10/yet-another-deep-state-swamp-creature-committing-crony-insurrection/

We are, at this point, literally the serfs and nobles who forced King John to sign the Magna Carta at Runnymede.

What is interesting to me, is how we got here. Our entire lives, we thought we were a democracy that elected leaders to make decisions based on our imperatives. Now, we find out, that a group of elitist cabals, working together, have, with pre-meditated criminal intent, infiltrated positions of power and make decisions designed to strip us of our birthrights and agency.

The election of DJT removed the scales from our eyes, but the cock roaches who ascended to high station by way of perfidy, legerdemain and treason didn’t run back out of the light, they assumed the mantle of decency, liberty and freedom while, as we watch, gobsmacked and stunned, they continue their assault on same.

This is, like it or not, a categorical declaration of war on we the people and the ONLY result, if we are to prevail, will not be paperwork effected in some bucolic field with the hopes and dreams of the hoi polloi, but the removal of the head of the beast, Charles the 1st style and the heads of traitors spitted on pikes.

These traitors are in much need of correction and we are in much need of clarification.

Bloody Constraint!

MISSIONARY MUNITIONS

WORSHIPPING AS OCCASION SERVES:
“When thou wast under the fig tree, I saw thee.” John i. 48

We imagine we would be all right if a big crisis arose; but the big crisis will only reveal the stuff we are made of, it will not put anything into us. “If God gives the call, of course I will rise to the occasion.” You will not unless you have risen to the occasion in the workshop, unless you have been the real thing before God there. If you are not doing the thing that lies nearest, because God has engineered it; when the crisis comes instead of being revealed as fit, you will be revealed as unfit. Crisis always reveal character.

The private relationship of worshipping God is the great essential of fitness. The time comes when there is no more “fig-tree” life possible, when it is out into the open, out into the glare and into the work, and you will find yourself of no value there if you have not been worshipping as occasion serves you in your home. Worship aright in your private relationships, then when God sets you free you will be ready, because in the unseen life which no one saw but God you have become perfectly fit, and when the strain come you can be relied upon by God.

“I can’t be expected to live the sanctified life in the circumstances I am in; I have no time for praying just now, no time for Bible reading, my opportunity hasn’t come yet; when it does, of course I shall be all right.” No, you will not. If you have not been worshipping as occasion serves, when you get into work you will not only be useless yourself, but a tremendous hindrance to those who are associated with you.

The workshop of missionary munitions is the hidden, personal, worshipping life of the saint.

Oswald Chambers
September 10th Devotional

Here’s a video of Joe Biden visiting his largest voting bloc:

Biden will NEVER “win” the election, however, the Democrat “machine” might.

In honor of the hairdo, Gavin Newsome, (ugh) I present the song “Red Skies” by The Fixx. Seems appropriate, somehow.

In 1986, the story linked below impacted my life greatly, and God used it to answer my 5-year-old daughter’s question one morning when she said to me with abject misery, “Mommy, why, why would God create fleas?” At that particular time, and just to clarify, the one and only time ever that our house was overrun with fleas (with my 5-year-old as their preferred meal of choice), all I could answer was, “I don’t know, honey, but we do know that everything God made is good.” Suffice it to say, my reply didn’t do much to ease her distress.

Now it just so happened that during our “flea visitation,” I was reading Corrie ten Boom’s book The Hiding Place. A beautiful book for sure and I highly recommend reading it if you haven’t done so already. God’s timing is so perfect, so amazingly exquisite that soon after my daughter’s “Why” question, I came to a part of Corrie’s book that gave me enough understanding to be able to more satisfactorily answer her question….but I had yet to gain full understanding!

This all ties together, so bear with me.

At the small church (30 people strong) that I and my 2 daughters attended was a wonderful older woman with whom I really connected. Her son was in prison serving a life sentence for murdering his wife and daughters. He subsequently got saved through our Pastor’s visitation ministry. While getting ready for work one day during our flea time, I heard it announced on the radio that her son’s parole request had been denied and I knew she’d be disheartened. I decided I had enough time before dropping my daughters off with their babysitter and getting to work to stop at a small flower shop where I could order flowers sent to her with an encouraging note. When I pulled up to the flower shop, however, it was closed and wouldn’t open until after my start time at work, and I said, puzzled, “God, am I not supposed to do this?” No answer came and so I went on and dropped my daughters off and went to my job.

I worked with my mother at her store (for nearly 28 yrs until she eventually closed it and retired). My workday usually started with me alone, not yet open for business, sweeping the rug, straightening, dusting, etc. That morning, while cleaning one of our glass showcases, I happened to look down through the glass and there lying inside on the top shelf were some gold-foiled name cards my mother had ordered from a gift show we had attended a while ago. The card that caught my eye said:

Frank
Freeman
“He who the Lord sets free is free indeed.”
John 8:36

I stood for a moment looking down at that card and then went around the showcase, picked up that card, locked our store (still had about 15 min before opening time), walked quickly to the corner florist (4 stores down from our store), walked in, and ordered flowers to be sent to that dear sister in the Lord along with a note from me explaining what had just taken place regarding the card bearing her son’s name and its beautiful message of encouragement from our Heavenly Father to her (and Frank) on that now very special morning.

I returned to my mom’s store with still a few minutes left before opening for business, and that’s when all of a sudden it hit me.

At some point, someone came up with an idea for name cards, someone else had a plant and ended up manufacturing those cards, someone else took them to a gift show so merchants could purchase them; and on one special day, my mother and I attended that show and she liked the cards, ordered them, our store received them, and I put them in the showcase for our customers to buy; but it really all took place in order to provide encouragement to Frank and his mother during their time of need.

And finally, I UNDERSTOOD WHY GOD CREATED FLEAS! It wasn’t to torment my 5-year-old daughter and all the other people throughout these thousands of years; causing misery wasn’t God’s reason for creating fleas —- no, it was so much more than the trivial physical inconvenience we’ve all suffered from at one time or another because of their existence.

Fleas were created for ONE SPECIFIC TIME in history, a time we’re told about in Corrie’s book, a time when fleas fulfilled their PREDETERMINED DESTINY —- to God be all the glory always and forever and ever. He alone is worthy of all praise and honor and all the love we can give Him through surrendered lives. If we could only fully grasp His greatness. He loves us so much and is working always to bring people to His Son so that not any perish but that all would receive the gift of eternal life.

Oh, How Great Thou Art! HOW GREAT THOU TRULY ART

https://deeprootsathome.com/betsie-and-the-fleas/

Not sure what happened exactly, but last night I had an unusual moment of feeling overwhelmed. Everything felt hopeless for a moment. I turned off everything except for soft Christian music, knelt down for as long as I was able and asked God to speak to me. Kari Jobe’s The Blessing came on and I had a radical thought…which means it wasn’t mine, it came from God… “Pray my blessing over anyone you feel is doing any evil in opposition to My Glory.”. I am Christian enough to know this is expected of me, but rarely do it. So I followed that logic. Only God can truly fight evil. If there is evil in and around and against Pres Trump, the worst thing I can do to that evil is pray blessings into that person. Where the Spirit of the Lord is there is truth and light…God is pure light and no darkness can exist in His presence.

So a whole bunch of known “Evils” and many, many “questionables” got huge doses of “Bless Your Hearts” last night. I threw in one for all of DC and one more for “whatever” rock they are under anywhere in the world.

I will keep doing this until I see success. And I felt so much better this morning, despite staying up so late covering all the evil in blessings.

Just thought that might encourage someone. And I will gladly take help from fellow warriors 😉

Wasn’t former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton supposed to be questioned yesterday? I currently can not find any information on the interwebs.

BEACH DOGS IN THE WANING DAYS OF SUMMER….

Dog Beach in Carmel, CA…

American Staffordshire Terrier…

Golden Retriever…

Kinney Shores, Saco, Maine…

Brohard Park, Venice, Florida…

Among the Saints commemorated today, August 28th on the traditional Calendar of the Orthodox Christian Church (September 10th civil calendar are these three:

Righteous Anna the Prophetess, daughter of Phanuel, who met the Lord in the Temple

Saint Moses the Ethiopian who left a life of evil-doing for deep repentance in Egypt

Holy Hieromartyr Chrysostomos of Smyrna left this earthly life at the hands of muslim Turks in 1922

President of Iran’s launching pad, Lebanon, announced today that mistakes which lead to fires “are no longer acceptable.” Huh? https://www.naharnet.com/stories/en/274857-aoun-to-defense-council-mistakes-that-lead-to-fires-no-longer-acceptable